Toh ma apne story start karta hu jaisa ke aap jante ha meri body ache ha toh mera dost mujhe like karta mere sath sex ke icha rakhta toh wo mujha kavi... gal pe kavi chati pe kavi pith pe toh kavi kahe sabke samne par sabse chipake halke shirt ke uppar se aise ke ma v samajh na pau kiss leta aur mere garh pe v hath ferte rehta. Toh ya us din ke baat ha jab ma use bulane uske dusre ghar gaya woha ma pohuch ke ander jate he usne darwaja bandh kar diya.Aur mujha kas ke pakar liya apne hath ko mere. Her skirt was the same shade of azure as her blouse. He loved the way her hips looked beneath the wispy folds, and he could see her well-fleshed thighs and shapely calves that disappeared into soft leather boots. Raina wasn’t shy, she knew an appraising look when she saw one, and didn’t shirk from it. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and asked, ‘So what is a prince doing traveling on a forest road at night?’ ‘How did you know I was a prince?’ Jareth asked, surprised. Raina smiled. Those clever fingers of his were working on my clit, expertly rubbing and fondling it. My breath was coming in quick gasps, my vision of the now forgotten movie blurring as my eyelids drooped. Then, they popped back open as Jared pushed a finger into me, then a second. They slid in with ease, lubricated by the wet heat that pulsed just for him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was burning for Adia. All he wanted to do was bury his face in between those sweet thighs, and suck and lap at her. But he couldn’t,. It wasn't some sordid encounter in the back of my dad's Chevy, nor a hurried and unsatisfying tryst in the basement of the family home on Lakeside; rather, it was with my own beautiful mother.At this point, the casual reader will doubtless be wondering how it is that Lake Wannacum enjoys such an open and enlightened attitude toward sex (the less casual reader will probably be wishing that I would get on with the explicit details of how my own mother took my virginity. To that reader, I would.